Nancy L. Meek

WHAT’S THAT YOU’RE WEARING…

She said, “An angel on my shoulder.”
But I said, “Angels are not made of tin
Or any earthly gold, nor
Any metal symbol made by men;
And if I could be a little bolder,
Angels are akin to wings on the wind,
Not from man-made molds or
Any silly pendant as your pin,
But by the breath of God,” I told her,
As I watched here slowly fading grin.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice much colder,
“How do you know?” A pause, then, “Come again?”
“I am that breath, the wind on your shoulder,
The wings on your back to carry you when
You stumble and fall,” I gently told her.
Rustling my wings, she quickly turned her chin,
Looked at the pin she wore, slowly rolled her
Eyes around the room, then removed the pin,
Wearing a smile, my wings on her shoulder
And a new faith in God where none had been.

Author’s Note: This concerns my feelings on the faith and power people place in jewelry worn for protection… such as St. Christopher medals or those little angel pins you see people wearing on their lapels…